>>3835 >Apple Bloom continued to sit up in her bed. >It was thirty minutes past her bedtime. >Well, she wasn't really breaking any rules, since she was in bed. >Just not asleep. >Why was she losing thought over it? >It was just drawings in the dirt. >But it was the desire behind it that disturbed her. >She wanted to explore it further. >Why? >Some part of her wondered if she had some sort of mental issue, with a admitted fear to herself of her being prone to violence somehow. >Even disregarding that, art as a pursuit outside of simple foalhood crafts was alien for her. >At least to the creative spark she felt now. >Apple Bloom finally laid down in her bed. >Maybe sleep would provide her the answers she seeked?
